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On October 14th 1318 Edward Bruce, brother of Robert the Bruce was killed in battle near Dundalk, Ireland.

Opening another front against the English, in May 1315, Edward landed on the shores of Ireland with a Scottish force of about 5,000 men to try and drive the English out.

Initially, Edward’s army secured a number a number of notable victories but as time advanced his army became ravaged by famine and starvation. Another factor that played against de Bruces was the sheer brutality of the Scottish army, a brutality that ultimately turned much of the local population against them. The English Army was initially caught on the back-foot by the invasion force but they then began to organize a force in an attempt to push back against the Scottish led rebellion.

On the 14th of October 1318 an English led force commanded by John De Birmingham set out to finally crush de Bruce once and for all. Edward who was stationed around Faughart upon hearing notice of the approaching army appeared to be cocksure of certain victory but history would ultimately tell a different story as he was cut down during the battle.

Reports vary as to how he was killed with some suggesting that the headstrong commander was killed due to his hot-headedness and over-eagerness to beat the English but other more recent evidence suggests that de Bruce was killed in almost comical fashion.

In 1845 local historian Bryan Geraghty compiled an account on the battle which was published in a County Louth Archaeological Journal. Geraghtys account was taken from a manuscript that was written shortly after the battle so it must carry some weight when it comes to finding out what actually happened on the day. Geraghtys account goes like this,

“after the initial battle when Bruce’s men were in high spirits because they were certain of victory, the different divisions of the army set down to take food at the request of the King and his noblemen, so that they might be refreshed to finish the battle with success, rout the Galls (English) to their fortresses. At their meal which they were enjoying with good zest, the King walked alone to explore among his people who lay dead on the hill, and view the gory carnage of the morning of that day.

He was not long engaged in this manner when they, his men, perceived a shameless idiot (later named as John De Maupas, a burgher of Dundalk) enveloped in a bundle of straw ropes, instead of clothing, wending his way towards the King across the hill. All were disgusted and astonished at seeing such a figure approach the King, but supposed that message impelled him to come there, and that a sense of fear was not in his heart for they conjectured, and their conjections were well founded, that he came towards the King from the camp of the Galls”.

“When this demented person came before the King, he saluted him, and the King returned the salution in like manner. This demented fellow held in his hand an iron ball to which a long chain was attached on one end of which was tied round his waist and there displayed many frantic and very trifling tricks.”

“When this madman presented himself before the King and said ‘ O Gentleman I am a professor of arts, who have excelled all other professors of arts in Ireland and since I am determined to display my achievements before the King in order to obtain wealth and the honour of knighthood from him, and since I suppose you to be the King of Ireland’s people I find it necessary to display my feats before you if you wish to view them’.

“ I do” the King replied smiling “what feats do you perform ?”.

“I perform the feats of the iron ball” said he.“

Well then” said the King “perform your feats for me and I myself will introduce you to the King”.

“The frantic fellow thereupon began to play his uninteresting feats, until finding an opportunity of the King, he gave him a stroke of the ball on the head by which he scattered his brains around. After this act he ran as fast as he could across the side of the hill in the direction from which he came”.

When his people saw the King fall close by them, they raised piercing and most sorrowful cries of lementation, and armed and unarmed as they were, pursed the treacherous and accursed idiot who committed the great act of destruction and though they were swift couriers, and active and nimble-footed kearns among them, it was not in their power by the speed of running and nimbleness of nerve to overtake the iron fool until he took refuge among the Galls”. “persons worthy of credit who have been intimate with the King assert that he was an upright pious man, on whose heart the fear of God and the love of man was deeply impressed-that he held injustice and treachery in utmost destestation- that he was a valiant hero, sensible and affable, and friendly towards his subjects-and he was a learned man well skilled in the various languages of Europe, acquainted with the liberal sciences, but proud of the truly royal blood from which he sprung”,

“Those who survived returned the same night after the Galls retired from the field of battle and carried the body of the King along with them to the house of a gentleman of the family of O’Roddy, who resided on the Hill of Fochart, where a wake and funeral was held over it, and it was interred with great honours by O’Roddy and his people in his own family burial ground in the country of Fochart of Saint Bridget and they set a coarse unhewn mountain stone over the grave to distinguish it as that of the King of Ireland”.

Edward is said to have been buried later on top of a windswept hill in Faughart Co Louth. It’s some tale, but according to other sources the decapitated head of Edward Bruce was taken to King Edward II of England by the victor, John de Bermingham, a minor Anglo-Irish baron who was elevated to the status of 'Earl of Louth' for bringing the Bruce Invasion of Ireland to an end.

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Shelter (Part Three)

The adventure (?) contines... I’m pretty certain that this is part three of five but I could be wrong about that.

Pairing: Jay White x OFC (Estella)

Word count: 3,554

Content advisory: some smut (finally?) in this one

To make any sense of this, you’ll want to read Part One and Part Two.

I had no idea how long I drifted in and out of consciousness. When I woke, I was in agony but I was also starving. Sometimes, there would be some meagre food left for me, bread and water. Other times, I cried in the darkness by myself. Sometimes, I believed that Hannah had come to comfort me, or to warn me not to eat or drink what they gave me because they were trying to poison me. I was convinced that she told me that she and the others had a plan to escape but she returned again and seemed to know nothing about it. Other times, there were different women sent to watch over me. The youngest one grew terrified as I tried to force her to admit that I was being poisoned. The older women paid little notice, although I was certain I heard them extolling the virtues of their master for taking care of me.

Sometimes, it seemed like there would be days without another person entering my rooms. Others, it felt like I was under constant surveillance. The one thing that seemed certain was that Jay White never came to me. In my lucid moments, I could hardly fault him for refusing to see a woman who had threatened his life, however innocent her intentions. But much of the time I longed for him and even cried for him until my watchers bid me be silent in no uncertain terms.

I know that this must have gone on for some days, simply because I caught glimpses of light and dark at different times. I lost all ability to differentiate between what was happening and what I imagined and I could feel myself becoming physically weaker and weaker. Sometimes, I believed it was because I was being poisoned. Sometimes, I believed that I was losing my mind and refusing to eat was killing me faster than poison ever could. Every time I thought that I might have figured out what was actually happening, it seemed like a wave of sickness would drag me under again.

So it was almost frightening when I woke up, lucid once again, as if nothing had happened. I was drenched with sweat and my chest ached with the labor of breathing but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I struggled to raise myself up on my elbows, something which took all my strength and made my head spin.

“Oh goodness, ma’am,” came a small voice from the doorway, “you’re up?”

A young woman who looked familiar entered with a tray of food, her bright blue eyes fixed on me. Something in my gut warned me not to be too trusting but at the same time, she had such a sweet expression that I couldn’t help but respond with a weak half-smile.

“Don’t you go struggling,” she chided, setting the tray on the table next to the bed. “You’re weak as a newborn kitten. Will you eat?”

Hearing her say that stirred some memory of the past days; the others had tried to force me or had just ignored me. This woman had always asked if I would eat.

“I think I might…” I murmured, shocked at the effort it took me to shape the words. “I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten your name.”

“I don’t know that you asked it before now. It’s Millicent. Or Millie, if you like.”

“Which do you like?”

She giggled a little and brought a chair up so that she could sit with me. “I’m not bothered either way, ma’am.”

She delicately took a piece of bread and dipped it into the bowl of milk she’d brought.

“You’ll never be able to take it dry,” she responded to my curious look. “And we do so want to see you eat.”

“Who is “we”?”

“All of us have been to see you.” She extended her hand so that I could take a bite of the bread. It took an embarrassingly long time for me to pull off a small piece and then I almost had to let it dissolve in my mouth. Food felt strange and threatening and once again I grew anxious that it might be poisoned. I saw the change in my expression reflected back at me by Millicent.

“Oh now you’re not going to start in again about how we’re poisoning you, are you?”

I dropped my head and sulked a moment, feeling a fog of self-pity close in on me. No one had come for me. The man on whose mercy I had counted had me locked in here. If he were set on killing me, what earthly difference would it make to anyone else? And if it made no difference, why couldn’t I at least die with a full stomach? I gave her a little shake of my head and she proffered the milk-soaked bread once again.

“I know it seems rough and these chambers are not fit for a lady. I make no wonder you’ve caught a chill.” She gave me a sincere, sad look. “His Lordship’s just suspicious with all that’s been going on.”

“What’s been going on?”

“All this mischief and politics with your father and brother-in-law.”

“Mischief?”

Her rosy cheeks went white. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me speaking above my station like that.”

“You’ve nothing to apologize for, Millicent. I just meant that I don’t know what you’re speaking about.”

“Oh, well then… I don’t know that much about it myself. I just know that there’s been some noise of your father and the Earl of Louth trying to push my master into an alliance with them. There was talk of marrying him to the Earl’s sister, but his Lordship won’t go along with it. Says he doesn’t trust them from what I’ve heard.”

“I promise that this is the first I’m hearing of any of this,” I whispered, trying to recall any such stories I might have heard.

“Will you take some broth?” she asked sweetly, lifting the bowl to my lips.

I nodded and swallowed as much of it as I could manage, which was very little.

“I know it’s been bad for him lately,” she continued in a soft voice. “We’re not supposed to say such things but you hear about it whether you want to or not. The more he tells them no, the harder they push. You know how the gentry can be.”

I couldn’t help a little laugh at that one. “Did you forget who you were speaking to?”

“Oh, ma’am, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s alright. Being part of the gentry doesn’t blind me to their ways. I know how politics can be.”

“The Earl himself tried suggesting that he make a visit here a few months back but nothing ever came of it.”

“Because your master declined?”

“I can’t say for certain but that is what seems likely.”

She seemed pleased when I took a slightly larger mouthful of broth.

“So my arrival probably appeared suspicious to him?”

“I imagine so, ma’am. Not that you did anything wrong.”

“Millicent, I promise you that I mean no one in this place any harm. And although I know it might be difficult, I would be in your debt if you could somehow get word of that to your Master.”

“I cannot promise but I will try. I believe you have a kind heart.”

It was late at night, hours after she had left when the fire was reduced to a few embers. I was still awake, more alert than I’d felt practically since I’d arrived in this place. Was she right? Was there some political intrigue that had made Jay suspicious of me? If so, I needed to find a way to convince him I had no part in it. Or was this girl just sent to win me over with her sweet demeanour and get me to devour the poison they couldn’t force on me.

If I had still been in my feverish state, I would not have thought much of hearing sounds at the door but this time, I was keenly aware that there was someone entering and that I might be in danger.

“Who is it?” I croaked, my voice failing me.

There was no answer but the dark figure moved into the room and even though the rays of moonlight offered only faint illumination, I could feel in my breast who it was.

“I need you to know that I mean you no harm,” I assured him in a soft voice. “One of the girls told me something of the matters between you and others in my family but I swear that my only purpose in coming here was to ask you for shelter and assistance. My father is gravely ill and my mother is sick as well. I have not seen them in so long and it would break my heart to lose either of them before I could speak to them again.”

He sat down on the bed next to me, his eyes glittering in the dim light, sharp and suspicious.

“And yet you deliberately took the most dangerous route,” he mused. “You could have had safe passage by travelling to the south-”

“It would have taken much longer! We took the shortest way!”

“It’s only the shortest way if you can get through it. These parts have been nearly impassable for two years. But oh no, you thought that a party of two noblewomen and a handful of servants could pass safely where soldiers fear to tread.”

“I am uneducated on the safety and condition of the roads,” I retorted.

“Tell me,” he hissed, leaning a little closer, “was it you who chose the route you took?”

“No. My sister came unexpectedly and it was her people who set the route.” I shifted uncomfortably, not knowing quite what he was implying.

“Your sister and her husband know a great deal about these parts. They’ve even made offers of money for me to help secure the marches if I were to agree to certain conditions. You’ll forgive me, lady, if I am a little skeptical that she was oblivious to the dangers.”

My pulse quickened a little. Elizabeth had never been a political or designing creature. Was it possible that she had changed in a few short years of marriage? She had everything that she could ever want. What fascination could these social machinations have had? Yes, her husband was a shrewd man known for his ability to consolidate and guard his power along with his wealth. But even he never struck me as a schemer. I had always considered myself a good judge of character and it was humiliating to think that I might have been so wrong about him. This was nothing, however, compared to the horror of doubting Elizabeth. Jay was misinformed. Whatever was happening, she was not involved. I who knew her better than anyone could understand that in a way that he could not.

I was about to protest in my sister’s defence but as I opened my mouth to speak, Jay leaned in close to me, his face resting against mine, his lips grazing the tip of my earlobe as he spoke.

“How very clever of Elizabeth to send you,” he sighed, “knowing how I felt about you.” He slid one hand slowly over my lap and up my side until he was cupping my face. At the same time, he dragged his lips ever so lightly over mine, the sensation making me quiver. Our mouths danced delicately over and around each other until he flicked his tongue between my lips and teeth. I gasped a little and he took the opportunity, his kiss growing more passionate, his tongue sliding against mine as mine moved instinctively in response. His grip on me tightened, pulling me flush against his chest, my heart hammering away. This was how I had imagined my own romance when my books would stir my imagination.

“What do you mean, how you felt about me?” I breathed, reluctantly pulling away from him.

“I was quite infatuated. I was still a child but I was so taken with you and she saw that. She confronted me about it while we were there. And even afterward, she would write to me and always mentioned you, how beautiful you were growing, how many suitors you had.”

His expression darkened and one of his hands slid around my throat, squeezing tightly enough that I felt myself starting to panic.

“I suppose you counted on your beauty and charm being enough to distract me while you took stock of how prepared I was to fend off an attack from your father and brother-in-law,” he seethed.

I tried to speak but he squeezed my throat tighter, so that I could only shake my head, wild-eyed.

“I should kill you. I should kill you and send your pretty head back to your father so that he knows what it means to have made an enemy of me.”

I tried in vain to bend his fingers and pull them away from my neck. I could feel my body growing heavy and weak, my chest aching for air. At the same time, Jay’s face seemed to stay in focus, his expression such that I truly believed he was weighing the benefits of killing me as if I were an animal. I was actually surprised when he released me and let me slump against his shoulder, noisily gulping at the air.

In one motion he jerked at the top of the shift I was wearing, revealing my breasts. I immediately tried to cover them but he swatted my hands away, lowering his head and licking at my nipples, one after the other, alternating the rough top of his tongue with the soft underside. Without meaning to, I whimpered out loud, the sensation of his mouth making me feel weak and dizzy once again. He glanced up at me with a dark smile before sucking one nipple into his mouth.

“You’re wrong about me and about my sister. I’m going to prove it to you,” I gasped. I had no idea how I was going to do that but at that moment I needed him to understand that putting him in any kind of danger was anathema to me. He responded my biting down sharply on my nipple, making me cry out at the sudden pain.

Nonetheless, he did not cease his ministrations, twisting and plucking at my other breast with his fingers and running his mouth, hot and moist, up my chest to my throat. His tongue softly traced the line where he had choked me before and once again, a series of sounds, like the mewling of a newborn kitten tumbled from me. He pushed me down on the bed like I was nothing, slipping off his shirt before he leaned over me.

I was a little overwhelmed, a chorus of feelings raging through me, and I stared dumbly at his body, how perfectly sculpted it was, like he was cut from marble, how powerful he looked as he hovered over me. He seemed amused at my reaction for a moment before he pressed my head to his chest. I felt instinctively what he wanted me to do and proceeded to kiss and lick over the broad expanse of skin, quietly delighted at the soft moans this drew from him. I nipped a little at his flesh, making his whole body twitch.

He raised himself up a little more, taking my hand and guiding it between his legs. I could feel something swollen there, something that felt alive. I let my hand rest against it, only to have him press it closer and rub it against the bulge. He chuckled softly, moving his lips to my ear.

“Does your husband not show you what he likes?” he murmured.

“My husband…” I suddenly felt very embarrassed to admit it, “he does not touch me.”

Jay stilled his movements, smoothing his dark hair away from his face and fixing me with a confused look.

“What do you mean?” he asked sharply.

“He has never… What I said,” I stammered.

Jay’s eyes narrowed. “You mean to tell me that you have been married this long and the marriage has never been consummated?”

“I don’t think so?”

“How can you not know?”

“I know that there are… things that are supposed to happen… I’ve never understood, exactly.” I felt my face growing unbearably hot under his scrutiny. I knew that something was supposed to happen between a man and wife to produce a child but no one had ever explained to me what it was. I knew only the vaguest of details and what I’d heard seemed confusing. I had assumed that my husband would show me what needed to be done since I’d heard that men pursued it for pleasure whereas women only wanted it to conceive a child.

Jay gave a sardonic laugh in response to this and raised himself so that he was kneeling over me. He loosened his trousers and withdrew his prick, rigid like a bone.

“Have you seen one before?” he crooned, pumping his hand along its length.

I shook my head. I knew what it was but I’d never imagined a scenario like this in which I would encounter one. I’d always thought it would be something I’d feel under the covers in a bed when I was ready to give a man the pleasure he desired. I shuddered a little as I realized that I did want to give this man what he desired but that I didn’t understand what it was.

He grasped my shoulder, digging his nails in hard enough that I cried out, something he didn’t seem to hear over his own moans and grunts. Truthfully, I was terrified, which only grew more intense as he held himself close to my lips.

“Lick it,” he growled.

I complied, running my tongue up the full length of him, lingering a few seconds at the tip when his moans of pleasure increased. He responded by pressing the mushroom head past my lips and into my mouth, the pace of his strokes and the volume of his moans increasing as I timidly sucked and swirled my tongue over the forbidden flesh.

After only a few seconds he raised himself up on his knees, staring at me with a frightening intensity as a hot, milky liquid spilled out of him, onto my bare breasts. I could see his body relax, whereas mine felt like I’d been struck by lightning, like I was burning from the inside. I had no idea what I wanted but I grabbed hold of his wrist hoping that he would understand.

He gave me a crooked smile and used my dress to mop up the mess he’d made. He tucked his detumescent prick back in and stared at me a long moment before pushing my clothing out of the way, exposing my most private parts. I closed my eyes, caught between shame and arousal, the pulsing of my cunt sending strange vibrations through my body. I was jerked back to reality by a light slap to my face.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I struggled to follow his instruction as one of his hands probed the sensitive flesh between my legs, easily sliding along my slit because of the wetness that had accumulated there. His fingers pushed inside me just a little, finding something, a spot I had never realized was capable of bringing me such sensations, such that his touch made me cry out. He continued to stroke at this magical point while his thumb pressed hard against the hard little bump on the outside, something I knew was there, something I knew felt good when touched but never anything like this. I could feel a fire building in me, my body thrashing against his hand until he suddenly stopped and moved away from me, sitting once again on the side of the bed.

I had no idea what he’d done or why it had felt so good, better than anything I had ever experienced, but somehow it felt unfinished. The stimulation left me aching, wanting more although I wasn’t sure why. He watched as I tried to steady myself, thoughtfully pressing his fingers, the ones that moments before had been inside my body, to his mouth, licking them clean like they were a succulent dish.

“We’ll have a talk tomorrow.”

With that, he gathered his discarded clothing and was gone. I assumed I was supposed to sleep afterwards but I could not. The aching between my legs was unbearable and even as that faded, I could not stop my mind from obsessing over what had happened. I knew on some level that it was filthy, disgusting, and yet somehow every time I thought about what he had done, I found myself almost convulsing with a need I didn’t understand. Everything that I was feeling seemed to emanate from that part of my body that I had always kept a stranger. That night, I found myself intimately acquainted with it, grinding it against my arm, against the bed, against anything that granted me some friction without sating my sense of need.

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meatismurderbutalsodelicious · 4 years

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A Hearty Fish Pie

Apologies for the delay, but when you’re moving from one side of the planet to the other, priorities change and free time is hard to come by; that said, we’re back, now living in Ireland, and that means a wealth of new fish, meat and produce to prepare great food you, your family and friends.

An island on the far Western edge of Europe, Ireland boasts some of the most amazing seafood on the planet. Whether it’s salmon, cod or plaice; rock shrimp, clams or langoustines, the ice cold waters of the Atlantic and the relative temperate Irish Sea offer a rich bounty.

For this recipe, we took a drive to the Clougherhead Pier in County Louth to visit to one of our favorite fishmongers, Fishermans Catch. There we purchased a little over a pound of mixed, chopped, fresh cod, salmon, and smoked mackerel as well as a pound of raw, shelled rock shrimp and six giant scallops with their roe or coral still attached.

I’m a huge fan of scallop roe, the silky texture and mild taste offsets the buttery sweetness of the scallop itself.

Ingredients

6-ounces smoked mackerel, chopped into one-inch chunks

6-ounces raw salmon, also chopped

6-ounces of cod (or other white fish), also chopped

1-pound of raw shrimp, peeled and de-veined

6 large scallops, coral optional

6 medium potatoes

1 cup of shredded cheese (we used an Irish sharp white cheddar for this recipe)

2 cloves of garlic, minced fine or put through a garlic press

1 small onion, finely chopped

1 carrot, finely chopped

1 cup of frozen peas

8-ounces of mushrooms, roughly chopped

4 tablespoons of butter

2 tablespoons vegetable oil

6 ounces of milk

6 ounces of full cream

2 tablespoons of corn starch

Sea salt to taste

Freshly ground black pepper, to taste

Let’s go!

This Fish Pie is a very traditional stew from the British Isles—indeed most of Europe—and while most UK recipes use only one vegetable in the fish mixture, the mighty leek, I’ve tailored this for Bob and my taste with a combination of finely diced carrots and onions, roughly cut mixed mushrooms, and a cup of frozen peas.

Like Shepherd’s or Cottage Pie, the top crust is a layer of mashed potatoes, preferably made fresh with just butter and a grated cheese. For this version we used a beautiful sharp, Irish white cheddar.

Make the mashed potatoes first, as you want to be able to easily spoon and handle them when you are finishing the pie for the oven.

If you’re going to use mashed potatoes from a Sunday dinner, be warned, those made with milk have a tendency to be really soft and the key to these kind of pies is a potato crust that keeps its firmness while allowing you to mix in the lovely cream broth.

So, if you are using leftover dinner mash, add more grated cheese or a little white flour to give it a firmer texture before finishing the pie.

Once the mash is ready, it quite literally takes only about 20 minutes to prep the pie’s main ingredients. Turn your oven on to about C200-degrees/F390-degrees to pre-heat.

Now, in a saucepan add the fish, the two cloves or garlic, finely chopped or put through a garlic press and your milk or milk and cream mixture. You want to gently bring the pot up to a simmer, releasing the smoky, salty flavor of the mackerel into the liquid and gently poaching the fish.

Don’t let it come to a boil or you will get rubbery fish.

Now, with a spider or a slotted spoon, remove the poached fish and place it in the bottom of your baking dish.

Pour the now warm poaching liquid into a proper size bowl or measuring cup. Using the same saucepan, we’re now going to create a roux with the butter and corn starch. I use a medium to high gas flame because I want to do this quickly.

Cook that for a minute or two to fully incorporate the starch and cook-off that raw taste, then begin adding in the warm poaching liquid while whisking.

I prefer a thick sauce so I slowly whisk until it reaches a fast simmer, but isn’t boiling. Turn off the heat and remove the pot from the range, you don’t want the sauce to burn.

Now it’s time to sauté the vegetables. Just heat a couple of tablespoons vegetable oil. You don’t want to cook the onions, carrots and mushrooms through, just make them shiny and little soft.

Important: This is the only time I add salt to this recipe.

Smoked mackerel is lovely, but very salty and so is Irish butter. Once you poach the fish, you’re adding a healthy dose of sodium to the recipe.

Once the veggies are ready, add them to the fish. Then add your peas and the raw rock shrimp. You want to gently stir the mixture and make sure the shrimp are evenly distributed throughout.

This is where I season with black pepper, to taste, while you fold and combine the mixture.

Place the scallops on top as the final layer.

This recipe serves 6 to 8 people depending on the size, gender and volume of consumption of your guests.

Now, evenly pour the cream sauce over the fish and veggie mixture. Once you’re confident you’ve got it covered, give the baking dish a little shake to help the sauce saturate the mixture completely.

Once the sauce is settled, carefully scoop out and spread the mashed potatoes and cheese over the top. By now this mash should have cooled and taken on a soft, yet pliable consistency, go ahead and use your hands to evenly layer it on top of the dish.

When it’s completely covered, use a fork to create the ridges and peaks that give these oven-baked pies that lovely golden crisp top.

Please the Fish Pie in the center of your pre-heated oven, then lower the temperature to C180-degrees/F360-degrees for about 30 minutes, looking in occasionally to make sure the crust is browning nicely and not burning.

When all is said and done, this pie is a wonder to behold and perfect for those cool Autumn or cold Winter Sundays.

It’s a meal in itself with no need for bread or even a side salad. I would argue pairing this with a pale ale or pilsner rather than a red or white wine, though a darker, full-bodied rosé could work.

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radio-nano · 5 years

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Queen concerts were also successful beause of those guys!

Scroll if you want to learn who these guys are and what they did. You will also read about a Lord, a henna user, who had best haircut and Queen’s favorite food. (I wrote in bold letters the parts about Queen members and some funny facts.)

1. a"rigger". They assemble the stage (all 6000 square feet of it). Sometimes this can take two days, so there are two stages on this European tour. While one is being taken down at one venue, the other is being assembled at the next.

2 another "rigger".

3 John "Tumbridge" Wells, one of the security men responsible for looking after the members of Queen. "Tumbridge" looks after Brian May, escorts him wherever he goes and keeps the fans from getting too close.

4 Wally Gore group security, he looks after John Deacon

5 Alex Alexandrou, carpenter. There's two of us, and we put up all the stage scenery. I put up the walkways around the back and sides of the stage wich Freddie runs along. He likes to run on carpet, so I have to lay that down everywhere.

6. Chris "Crystal" Taylor, group coordinator. He organises all of the personal Queen crew, roadies, the security men. He makes sure they all know what they have to do and when they have to do it.

7. Jim Deveney, monitor engineer. "I sit out of sight on stage. I have to make things sound good so that the band can hear what they're doing. The sound comes through these speakers called "monitors" wich face onto the stage. The worst act I ever worked for was Rod Stewart. He was really miserable.

8. Joe Fanelli, Freddie's main personal assistant, who cooks for him at his London Home. "He likes anything really exotic, North African food, curries, good French cooking. He hates veal and doesn't eat carrots. Lambs is a bit iffy too. Brian's vegetarian but he eats fish. John likes very simple food, pie and mash and Roger likes anything but lamb.

9. Tony Williams, in charge of Queen's wardrobe. "I have to look after all of the band's stage clothes. That includes lots of details like making sure all the changes of clothes they need are backstage (Freddie changes about three times each performance), labelling the band's stage shoes (because they all wear the same stripey Adidas), and looking after Freddie's special moustache scissors. Also I have to wash all of their clothes in my hotel bedroom. My bath is always full. And Brian May has been using all this red henna do dye his hair and it comes out all over his shirts. It's very hectic".

10. Brandan Hyland, group security

11. One of the 15 "truckers" who each drive a massive 40 feet lorry loaded up with sound and lighting equipment. (For extra money they also operate the spotlights wich "follow" the group around stage).

12. Brian "Jobby" Zellis. one of Queen's personal road crew.

13 Brian May, Queen's guitarist.

14 John "Moxy" Glover, Roger Taylor's personnal roadie. "Basically I have to look after his drum kit and set it up on stage. I have to keep him supllied with drum sticks. He has sticks made with his own name on and he uses about ten sets a show. I got a bit drunk with Status Quo's roadies in Paris earlier this tour, and started throwing all his sticks in the audience.

15. Terry Giddings, group security.

16. Dieter Breit, physiotherapist for the group and crew. He has to look after any sprains and injuries that anybody might suffer, e.g. a sprained guitar-playing finger which needs massaging on Brian May's valuable hand.

17. A lighting assistant.

18. A "rigger"

19. Peter "Ratty" Hince, one of Queen's personal road crew. "I have to look after John Deacon's bass guitars and Freddie's guitar and special radio microphones (the one that don't have a fead) and keyboard instruments. I have to make sure that everything is exactly where it should be on stage, otherwise Freddie particularly will glare and let me know if anything's wrong. He's very particular about things being just right. Personally I don't enjoy these tour as much as the old ones. Nowadays ther's too much equipment, too many hangers-on, and everybody's trying to be important."

20. John "Collie" Collins, one of Queen's personnal road crew. "I'm the spare man, really. I work with Ratty and the piano tuner, help to see that everything is where it should be at the right time. Do you know I got married yesterday! I celebrated the wedding with the band and crew. It had to be squeezed in during the tour.

21. Roger Taylor, Those "shades"! That turned up collar! Must be Queen's drummer.

22. A trucker

23. Another trucker.

24. A rigger.

25. Another rigger

26 John Deacon, youn know , Queen's bass player, the one with the good haircut.

27 Tom "Midget" Foehlinger, sound monitor

28 An unknown person who sneaked in

29 Mickey Conafray, trucker

30 Mick Riddle, caterer

31 A lighting assistant

32 Albert Sutton, truck driver. "I carry the sound system, or some of it. We don't see the band or the road crew most of the time, because we travel ahead of everyone else. We have to get to the site before they do, and although we help with the setting up, we're off for two days while the rest of them are working on the concert. There are 15 "truckers" on this tour, plus the bus wich takes the road crew and sometimes the band. The worst thing about this job is being away from home for a long time when you're on tour. And the best thing is...erm maybe that should be a secret".

33. A caterer

34 Dave Lewis, another Caterer

35 A sound monitor.

36 Stave Benjamins, one of Queen's personal road crew, or "roadies" as they hate to be called. They look after all the instruments, microphones and amplifiers which Queen use on stage, setting them up, tuning them, and keep them clean.

37. another trucker"

38. Dave Thomas, caterer. I've been catering for Queen since 1975, every tour. The band eat the same food as everyone else, but they do have certain favorite foods. After a show they usually like an omelette or sometimes beans on toast or occasionally a steak au poivre. They're also pretty fond of Indonesian cooking".

39. Rex Ray, second sound engineer. He mixes the sound for all the support groups.

40. Spike Edney, keybordist and second guitar player: " My biggest fear is that it might get too damp, which makes the synthesisers cut out. I just pray that I'm out of clouting range of Freddie if that happens. He might not realise why I'm not playing and he'd be very upset if he thought I was daydreaming of something. But Queen on the whole are great to work with and they get drunk a lot too. Champagne every night, it's great!

41. Simon tutchener, lighting director. "I operate the main lighting console during the concert. It took three weeks to rehearse. I have a crew who set all the lights up, and 14 spotlights operators who I control through an intercom system and one man on a "Ver-lite", plus a man on the colour changer computer, plus a man on a computer which controls the up and down movement of the whole lighting rig, and then there are a few bits on stage, including Brian May special spaceship thing which comes down during his solo spot with all the flashing lights and..." (that's quite enought about lighting. Ed)

42 Stage rigger, who helps to set up the 6000 square feet of stage (all carpetted)

43 Sylvia Reed, assistant to the tour manager, Gerry Stickells. She is really a personal secretary.

44. James "Trip" Khalaf, chief sound enginer: "I mix the live sound for Queen, and I'm in overall charge for the half a million watts of PA (ie sound system. pa means Public adress) that we're carting around.

45. Lord Frederick Lucan of Mercury. You know him. Freddie.

46. "Phoebe", one of Freddie's personal assistants. These people help to arrange Sir Frederick's day, making sure he gets to appointments on time, and taking care of all those little details, which keep him happy.

47. A rigger

48. Lyndsey Beckingham, caterer. One of a team of five who feed the crew and the group. The caterers have their own van to transport all the food, cookers and fridges necessary to feed up to 60 people three times a day.

49 Bill Louthe, sound monitor. One of the assistants to the chief sound engineer, who sets up the massive sound system making sure it works perfectly, and run around while Queen are on stage, putting things right ( like tangled wiring) and making sure that there are no problems which could cause any deterioration of the sound quality.

50. Dave Mills, head of backstage and front of stage security. "My job is to stop any skirmishes or fights by pulling people out, people who faint, and putting in the hands of the first aid people. Earlier on this tour, in Dublin, I pulled out a young man whose ear was barely hanging on by a thread, probably because some idiot threw a glass."

51 Gerry Stickells, tout manager. The most important poeple on the tour. He looks after the road crew, from the lighting team to caterers; hiring them, making sure that they're paid and that everyone's alright. (he even remembers every crew member's birthday, making a fuss of them so they get too miserable). The other important thing he does is to go out months before the tour to look at the planned concert sites and to make all the thousands of arrangements that need to be made in advance. He's been working with acts like Rod Steward and Elton John and has organised Queen's road tour for 11 years. "They have to be highly-strung crazy people, they have to in order to ware themselves up to perform. So I admire them, yes. But I wouldn't want to socialise with them. Soon as this tour is over I'll go home and watch television."

52 Mike Weisman, production and stage manager. "I'm in charge of seeing that the stage and scenery is all but together properly. We work all day to get everything right. I have to coordinate all the work of the riggers and carpenters."

#brian may #freddie mercury #queen #queen band #bohemian rhapsody #roger taylor #rogerina #freddie #john deacon #disco deacy #john deacy #deaky #disco deaky

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On May 2nd 1316 Edward Bruce, 6th Earl of Carrick was crowned High King of All Ireland.

Over seven hundred years ago, Edward Bruce was crowned last High King of Ireland. The English colonists in Ireland vehemently opposed him.

Edward, the brother of the King of Scotland, Robert the Bruce, led a three-year military campaign, known as the Bruce Invasion, against the Anglo-Norman lordship of Ireland.

In May 1315, a Scots army of up to six thousand soldiers landed on the Antrim coast.

All went well at first. Several chiefs declared Edward king and marched under his banner. The joint Scots-Irish force won a string of battles, causing headaches for the English king, Edward II.

But atrocious weather and food shortages crippled the campaign and led to looting. With many natives seeing little difference between Scottish and English invaders some nobles backed the latter, forming a joint Anglo-Irish force.

The invasion coincided with the Great European Famine, which brought hardship and disillusionment among Bruce’s followers. The annals ruefully commented: “falsehood and famine and homicide filled the country, and undoubtedly men ate each other in Ireland.”

In February 1317, Dublin, the capital of the English royal administration in Ireland came close to being captured Bruce’s army were encamped at Castleknock within sight of the city walls.

The panicking Dubliners burned the suburbs of the city. In order to re-fortify the city walls, they dismantled the Dominican priory north of the Liffey Bridge and tore down the bridge across the river.

Bruce's army didn’t lay siege to the city and instead moved south to Munster.

In 1318, the invasion was brought to an end when, after marching south from Ulster for one last push, Edward Bruce risked an open battle with an English army north of Dundalk at Faughart and was killed.

Annals of Ulster summed up the hostile feeling held by many among the Anglo-Irish and Irish alike of Edward de Brus:

"Edward de Brus, the destroyer of Ireland in general, both Foreigners and Gaels, was killed by the Foreigners of Ireland by dint of fighting at Dun-Delgan. And there were killed in his company Mac Ruaidhri, king of Insi-Gall Hebrides and Mac Domhnaill, king of Argyll, together with slaughter of the Men of Scotland around him. And there was not done from the beginning of the world a deed that was better for the Men of Ireland than that deed. For there came death and loss of people during his time in all Ireland in general for the space of three years and a half and people undoubtedly used to eat each other throughout Ireland."

His corpse was dismembered, and portions of it hung over the gates of various Irish towns. His decapitated head was brought to King Edward II of England by the victor, John de Bermingham, a minor Anglo-Irish baron who was elevated to the status of ‘Earl of Louth’ for bringing the Bruce Invasion of Ireland to an end.

Despite this there is a grave, at Faughart Old Graveyard, Ballymascanlan, County Louth. A small marble plaque and a large granite slab are believed to mark the resting place of the remnants of Edward Bruce’s body. A nearby stone also appears to have some significance, however. There is also a local tradition that Bruce’s body was buried there, and repeats a translation of a Gaelic account of the battle that cost him his life says that ‘a coarse unhewn stone had been set upon the grave to distinguish it as that of the king of Ireland’.

Unlike his brother Robert, who has songs, monuments, statues, poems street names and films to remember him by, there are no ceremonies or monuments or even an official wreath to remember him as the last high king of Ireland. I did notice that in some of the pics I looked through, there is often flowers and a wreath on the grave marker, so at least some people

The find a grave web page also has people leaving tributes to him, 11 in total, some state that they are “ 22nd Great Grand Father”, “22nd great uncle.”, “23 great-granduncle through my father's mother's paternal lines.” or even just “Paternal Great Grandfather”. People trying to grab a piece of their Scottish heritage no doubt.

#Scotland #scottish #Ireland #king of ireland #the bruce #edward bruce #history

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Meath - Ireland

Travel 360 at 70

Having worked in the travel industry for more years than I care to mention and been an avid explorer my whole life, here’s my take on the world for all ages and interests. From cruising to skiing, walking tours to chilling out. I have seen it all and have many more adventures to blog about. Feel free to ask questions, I will do my best to answer your queries.

I have 50+ years of experience in guiding families with young children, newlyweds and retired folk on where best to go and how best to enjoy themselves.

Please enjoy!

Here we go.

It would be very remiss of me not to mention that I live in Ireland and therefore I am going to start with the very county that I have adopted as my home known as the Royal County the county of Meath. It is situated in the province of Leinster in the east of the country. In fact the name Meath comes from the old Irish name Midhe meaning middle or center. Whilst the county is quite large the population is around 196,000 in total.

I love the county which in general is very rich farming land with a number of very rich farmers owning quite a substantial amount of the land. But it was also the main seat of the High Kings of Ireland it being on the Hill of Tara which I visit on a regular basis. Meath itself has many ancient sites and those who are interested the etheric, hill walking or history, the Hill of Tara offers it all. In addition there is a lovely restaurant with souvenir shop and very friendly staff. A fascinating book shop is only a few yards down the road and within can be found old second books of every genre. A takeaway coffee of better still an ice cream cone can be purchased just to keep you going.

There are 2 hotels that can be used in Navan the main town in Meath with very easy access to all of the sites above and below if you hire a car and they are the Ardboyne and Newgrange Hotels. Both are 3 star rating but very comfortable within walking distance to the centre for shops, coffee outlets such as Insomnia and Costa coffee. My favourite places to eat are China Garden (Chinese), Crave (Internatonal), Luvida (International) and Room 8 (simple homemade foods during the day).

Meath is renowned for 3 megalithic sites, Newgrange, Knowth and Dowth but particularly Newgrange is to the fore and its chamber is booked 10 years in advance to witness to rising sun within the chamber (subject of course to weather ) on the Solstice events. Newgrange also has a visitor centre, shop, cafeteria restaurant and exhibition area. You can book to travel up to the chamber site and learn about this building chamber that is as old as the pyramids, 5000 years old.

In contrast perhaps you might to visit some castles the foremost being Slane Castle. On the banks of the Boyne river having hosted many concerts in its grounds most notably U2 (more than once), one can visit the main castle for a 2 hour tour, sometimes hosted by the son of Lord Mountcharles, have a meal in the restaurant or bar attached or perhaps take a stroll across the grounds and visit the new distillery where Slane whiskey is made for a tour, visit the shop and pour your own personalised bottle of the stuff (to be used for medicinal purposes only), well that’s what we say ! A second castle is Trim Castle now famous as the backdrop for the film “Braveheart” . Indeed Mel Gibson donated Euro1,000,000 for additions to be added to the castle after filming to help visitors go to the top of the castle and view the surrounding countryside.

For the walkers of this world and apart from the Hill of Tara with it’s magnificent views, a must is the walk along the Ramparts of the Boyne River. One can walk all the way from the capitol town of Meath, Navan, all the way to Drogheda in the adjoining county of Louth. About a 3 hour walk.

If you wish to do all of the above I would suggest you allow 2 to 3 days but it will be well worthwhile I assure you.

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"Púca is a spectacular, fun and otherworldly new festival celebrating Ireland as the original birthplace of Halloween. Vibrant and contemporary in feel but strongly rooted in tradition, it will take place in three locations across Meath and Louth from 31 October – 2 November 2019.

The festival has been developed by Fáilte Ireland in partnership with Meath and Louth County Councils to claim ownership of this internationally celebrated event and to tell the story of Halloween’s origins in Irish and Celtic traditions with a view to encouraging more international visitors to visit Ireland during October and November.

In its inaugural year, Ireland’s Ancient East will play host to the newly established contemporary and inspiring Púca Festival which is designed to capture the original and authentic spirit of Samhain across three breath-taking nights of music, food, light and spectacle.

Orla Carroll, Director Product Development in Fáilte Ireland said:

“Festivals play a key role in delivering brilliant visitor experiences and providing international visitors with a unique reason to choose a destination. That is why the development of tourism festivals is a key part of Fáilte Ireland’s strategy to grow domestic and international visitors to Ireland, in particular to areas outside traditional tourism hotspots and peak times.

“Our new festival, Púca, will deliver just that, with its distinctive programme of events that has something for everyone. We are excited to see Púca brought to life in October and are committed to developing it into a world class festival that positions Ireland as the home of Halloween internationally over the next number of years.”

We are very excited to be launching Púca, bringing together some of the best music, food and art in the country at a time of year that is synonymous with fun and celebration. Púca brings together the most breathtaking elements of entertainment and history to create a festival that will be an unforgettable celebration of Ireland as the birthplace of Halloween.”

#halloween #ireland #republic of ireland #northern ireland #festival #spoopy #ghosts #spirits #irish mythology #celtic #celtic mythology #celtic music #dance #wow #so fucking excited #fuck #feic #this is what wee deserve #remember the founders of halloween

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Saint of the Day – St Brigid of Ireland/Kildare (c 453-523) Virgin, Abbess, Apostle of Charity and foundress of several monasteries of nuns, including that of Kildare in Ireland, which was famous and was revered – born in 453 at Faughart, County Louth, Ireland and died on 1 February 523 at Kildare, Ireland of natural causes. Patronages – Ireland, babies, blacksmiths, boatme, brewers, cattle, chicken farmers, children whose parents are not married, children with abusive fathers, children born into abusive unions, Clan Douglas, dairymaids, dairy workers, Florida, fugitives, Leinster, mariners, midwives, milk maids, nuns, poets, the poor, poultry farmers, printing presses, sailors, scholars, travellers, watermen.

St Bride (Brigid) Carried By Angels, a painting by Scottish artist, John Duncan, 1913.

Next to the glorious St Patrick, St Brigid, whom we may consider his spiritual daughter in Christ, has ever been held in singular veneration in Ireland.

Historians say we know a lot more about St Brigid than we have facts, a polite way of saying that legends swirl about Ireland’s most celebrated woman. But even legends may have cores of truth. And some miracle stories are not legends at all but true accounts of God’s interventions.

Brigid was the daughter of a slave woman and a chieftain, who liberated her at the urging of his overlord. As a girl she sensed a call to become a nun and St Mel, bishop of Armagh, received her vows. Before Brigid, consecrated virgins lived at home with their families. But the saint, imitating Patrick, began to assemble nuns in communities, a historic move which enriched the church in Ireland.

In 471, Brigid founded a monastery for both women and men at Kildare. This was the first convent in Ireland and Brigid was the abbess. Under her leadership Kildare became a centre of learning and spirituality. Her school of art fashioned both lovely utensils for worship and beautifully illustrated manuscripts. Again following Patrick’s model, Brigid used Kildare as a base and built convents throughout the island. The renown of Brigid’s unbounded charity drew multitudes of the poor to Kildare, the fame of her piety attracted thither many persons anxious to solicit her prayers or to profit by her holy example. In course of time the number of these so much increased that it became necessary to provide accommodation for them in the neighbourhood of the new monastery and thus was laid the foundation and origin of the town of Kildare.

Brigid’s hallmark was uninhibited, generous giving to anyone in need. Many of the saint’s earliest miracles seem to have rescued her from punishment for having given something to the poor that was intended for someone else. For example, once as a child she gave a piece of bacon to a dog and was glad to find it replaced when she was about to be disciplined. Brigid exhibited this unbounded charity all her life, giving away valuables, clothing, food—anything close by—to anyone who asked.

One of the most appealing things told of Brigid is her contemporaries’ belief that there was peace in her blessing. Not merely did contentiousness die out in her presence but just as by the touch of her hand she healed leprosy, so by her very will for peace she healed strife and laid antiseptics on the suppurating bitterness that foments it.

In the ninth century, the country being desolated by the Danes, the remains of St Brigid were removed in order to secure them from irreverence and, being transferred to Down-Patrick, were deposited in the same grave with those of the glorious St Patrick. Their bodies, together with that of St Columba, were translated afterwards to the cathedral of the same city but their monument was destroyed in the reign of King Henry VIII. The head of St Brigid is now kept in the church of the Jesuits at Lisbon.

Saint Brigid’s Cross

A special type of cross known as “Saint Brigid’s cross” is popular throughout Ireland. It commemorates a famous story in which Brigid went to the home of a pagan leader when people told her that he was dying and needed to hear the Gospel message quickly. When Brigid arrived, the man was delirious and upset, unwilling to listen to what Brigid had to say. So she sat with him and prayed and while she did, she took some of the straw from the floor and began weaving it into the shape of a cross. Gradually the man quieted down and asked Brigid what she was doing. She then explained the Gospel to him, using her handmade cross as a visual aid. The man then came to faith in Jesus Christ and Brigid baptised him just before he died.Today, many Irish people display a Saint Brigid’s cross in their homes, since it is said to help ward off evil and welcome good. Brigid died in 523 and after her death people began to venerate her as a saint, praying to her for help seeking to heal from God, since many of the miracles during her lifetime related to healing.

Blessing of St Brigid’s Crosses

Father of all creation and Lord of Light, You have given us life and entrusted Your creation to us, to use it and to care for it. We ask You to bless these crosses made of green rushes in memory of holy Brigid, who used the cross to recall and to teach Your Son’s life, death and resurrection. May these crosses be a sign of our sharing in the Paschal Mystery of your Son and a sign of Your protection of our lives, our land and its creatures, through Brigid’s intercession, during the coming year and always. We ask this through Christ our Lord.

The crosses are then sprinkled with holy water:

May the blessing of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit be on these crosses and on the places where they hang and on everyone who looks at them. Amen

(via Saint of the Day - St Brigid of Ireland/Kildare (c 453-523))

#stbrigidofireland #stbrigidofkildare #february1stbrigidofireland #stbrigid'scross #blessingofstbrigid'scross #catholic #myedits #myedit #catholicism

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